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Who: Beverly Crusher and all you other fine redheads
Broadcast: Networkwide Video
Action: Blue Fish, Cargo Bay
When: Right after the shuffle!

[The video feed cuts on to show Beverly, grinning with amusement, though her tone remains professional as she addresses the fleet.] Attention, Drift Fleet! This is Dr. Crusher of the SS Blue Fish. [Sorry guys, it's going to be a while before she stops talking to the network like she's in Starfleet.] We've received an... interesting delivery here on board the Blue Fish that I think some of you will want to see.

[She steps back from the camera for a moment, revealing the Blue Fish's cargo bay, stacked floor to ceiling with crates of what looks like... shampoo? You'll also see the Blue Fish's intrepid Captain Sokka in the background, mouth open in angry shock about this intrusion into his cargo bay. Beverly walks over to the nearest crate and pulls out a bottle of shampoo to hold up closer to the camera. The shiny red bottle looks suspiciously similar to a certain famous salon brand of hair care products from late 20th or early 21st century Earth, if any of you happen to be familiar with that. "JOHN FLOOTER" is emblazoned prominently on the top along with the words "RESPLENDENT RED" in gold.]

In case you can't tell what is in the crates, it's shampoo, and tons of it.

[Her face pops back onscreen.]

Someone out there must really have a thing for redheads. [She waggles her eyebrows.] But who can blame them?

[She sets the shampoo back in its box before continuing.]

Of course, it's not all for just me and Kairi! They sent a list, which I'll upload onto the network, and if your name is on it, you can come by the Blue Fish at any time to pick up your gift. Or, if it's easier for you, just let me know and I'll bring your box by your ship at your earliest convenience. Thank you!

((ooc: if your character is a redhead, assume they're on the list. someone in the audience just really wanted an excuse for all the redheads to get together, okay???))

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[ It is Tactical Advantage okay. It's easier to be higher and out of reach. They're really about the same height, but when you can fly... you tend to get a bit high-headed. ]

Popcorn jelly sounds like the kind of thing people ask you to eat with your eyes close so they can watch you totally freak out. Like—you ever tried those weird flavored jelly beans? Popcorn is a total wash.

I'm the pilot on the Golden. Not a bad name, considering.

[Mmhm. Tactical advantage. She'll take better cover over higher ground, thanks. Not that she thinks there's going to be a need for cover, but you never really know.]

I'm not much of a jelly bean kind of person. I had a friend at one point with a really bizarre love for the pepper-flavored ones, though.

Don't think I know the Golden, yet. I'm still settling in.

Pepper-flavored jelly beans? That sounds infinitely gross. Just put me down for regular fruit flavors, those can't go wrong.

You probably know more than I do. I know the Golden, duh, and of the Bloodsport, Three Twins and now Blue Fish.

To each their own. I prefer hard candies, myself.

Seems like you're a real social butterfly. That's four ships inside of what, a week? Two? I think I remember seeing your opening broadcast come in.

[She logs them all, actually, but never hurts to look like she's paying less attention than she is.]

If you did, you would have seen someone told me two of those names and this is the third we all just heard. But, you know, social butterfly. I like that.

What other names have you got yourself?

They're all out there for the learning, if you have the patience to scroll through about six months' worth of backlogs and accidental broadcasts. Personally, only about four or five. Marsiva, of course. The Caprine, the Blue Fish, the Windrose. The Golden.

[Have a brief flash of what might almost be a smile.]

The rest are all hearsay, to me.

What's your name?

[Even if it was on the broadcast, she's not averse to playing dumb if it suits her.]

Accidental broadcasts? How droll.

[ She shrugs, resists the urge to kick her feet and instead just leans her arms over her legs and gets more comfortable. ]

Misha. Do they pull these names out of a hat or something?

Maybe they're chosen from a carefully sourced pool of test-group-approved names. You know, to make the audience like them more, or to make branding easier.

I wonder if the ships all get cute cartoon mascots on the show, too? To make them more easily recognizable.

Oh man, do you think they have those stupid polls? Like, "do you think she should get together with him? Text YES or NO to 555..."

Only if the Golden's is a good on a giant, golden egg. That's the only acceptable option for me.

If they don't, they aren't doing reality TV the right way. And if this is any indication, I think they're doing it the right way.

Which character stereotype do you think they'll cast you as?

With branded products and a bunch of attractive redheads all in one place? [ Beat. ] You know, you're probably right.

Huh, that's a good question. Probably the genre-savvy superheroine type.

[ She's tempted to add "with a mysterious past" onto it, but really, she's been careful as always. Her past to the Fleet should be nothing but her life as a superhero or her "family" before that. That's only as mysterious as everyone else, so obviously not worth mentioning. ]

What about you?

[Yeah, good to be careful with that "mysterious past" line. You'll get people digging in no time. No one likes a secret they aren't in on. Luckily, Natasha is very, very good at managing secrets. It's part of why she's so good at this game. Obviously, casting has her pegged as the enigmatic femme fatale. She's not dissuading them yet. Instead of answering, she shrugs, gives Misha a little smile.]

What would you peg me as?

Peg her? I hardly know 'er!

[ It... doesn't work as well when speaking to the person directly, but Misha isn't put off. She shrugs. ]

No, but really, I have no idea. We've been talking for, what, ten minutes?

[The joke gets one highly arched eyebrow, and a noise that might almost be second cousins with a laugh.]

I'm obviously not a very good character stereotype if I can't sell it in a soundbite, am I? Guess I'll have to work on that. Wouldn't want to lose all this glorious bounty being popular provides.

[ Hey, it's in the related area of amusement and that's enough for Misha. ]

Or maybe you're just a stereotype we humans haven't invented yet. Maybe you're super popular with these space people who recognize you from a mile off. Who knows? Still doesn't get you out of answering the question yourself.

Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm secretly a household name across eight star systems. I'm sure I've got a bright and shining future in product endorsement ahead of me.

[As to the last part, she shrugs just a little.]

Haven't decided yet. I'm still considering my options.

You have definitely got the hair for product endorsement. I'm kind of jealous.

[ Misha watches the shrug, tilts her head back. ]

Plenty of those to go around. Seems like we've got the whole motley crew here.

Thanks. Just lots of practice working with limited resources. You'd be surprised how closely related a ship engine compression vent and a hair dryer are.

Maybe I'll settle for being the mysterious one who turns up out of nowhere to deliver perfect one-liners.

[ That gets a laugh. ] What? You'll have to teach me that one. Pretty sure I skipped that day of Girl Scouts.

Damn. That's good. Why didn't I think of that one?

It's a trick born of dire necessity. Pray you never need it.

[She's almost smirking, with that one.]

Maybe because you're already the genre-savvy superheroine type. Can't hog all the airtime, can you?

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I MEANT "GOOSE"... what is wrong with me, sob

I GOT YOU it's okay /pat

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